Kendall: Chris is used to being on the
move, he's used to being in charge.

Ryan: Oh, so you feel sorry for him?

Kendall: When he gets out of here, he's
going to need all the help he can get.

Erica: [As Greenlee] This is Greenlee Smythe.
How may I help you?

Greenlee: There's a loft in my building
for sale. It's currently being sublet by a woman named Simone something. I want
to buy that loft right now.

Opal: I knew it. I just knew it. Oh, Erica,
this cannot come to any good. Don't you flash those pearly whites at me. You
are already in the hand basket and you're headed straight for Hades.

Erica: No, I am leaving a note for Greenlee
to come and see me as soon as she comes in.

Opal: Part of your plot, I presume?

Erica: Shh!

Opal: Well, Honey --

Erica: Not so loud.

Opal: You have got to pull the plug on
this devious scheme you're hatching or you're going to go down in flames.

Erica: Would you please relax?

Opal: I can't! You know me. I see things,
and I saw something last night in a dream.

Erica: You had a dream about me last
night?

Opal: Oh, don't be looking like that. It
wasn't pretty, so don't be flattered. It was about Kendall --

Erica: Oh, sorry.

Opal: And you using Greenlee to get her,
to hurt her. Oh, my Lord. I don't remember all the details, but I'm telling
you, there were people that were being chased and tortured and screaming. I am
begging you, please, just drop this plan. It's scaring me.

Erica: Opal, I'm fine. I had an idea and I
shared it with you. Why are you worried so much?

Opal: Well, maybe because the last idea
you had almost landed you 25 to life.

Kendall: If I wanted to rip you off, I
would do it while you were watching. Because I get the feeling you like to
watch.

Ryan: Is that right?

Kendall: The shower's running, Lavery.

Ryan: Yeah, I know.

Kendall: It's getting steamy in there.
What should we do about it?

Ryan: You want to tell me why you were
sneaking in just now?

Kendall: I wasn't sneaking in. You were in
the shower.

Ryan: Yeah, well, usually when I'm in the
shower, you let yourself be known by slamming the door and turning the boom box
up to 11, but this time you were sneaking around like a mouse trying to lift my
wallet.

Kendall: Oh, that is ridiculous. If I was
going to rip someone off, it wouldn't be someone like you who would hound me
until there's no tomorrow. I was just -- I don't know what I was doing.

Ryan: Why's your stuff on the bed? You
leaving?

Kendall: Yeah. And I want to thank you for
letting me stay here as long as you did. I mean, I really -- never mind.

Ryan: So, like, you're leaving leaving?
Leaving town?

Kendall: No such luck.

Ryan: Well, where you going? You don't
have any money.

Kendall: I'm getting a job.

Ryan: In the meantime?

Kendall: Myrtle's, okay?

Ryan: Myrtle's?

Kendall: Yeah.

Ryan: Does your sister know about this?

Kendall: Bianca helped it happen.

Ryan: Why would you want -- wait a minute.
Chris Stamp is staying at Myrtleís.

Kendall: And?

Ryan: And?

Kendall: What is your problem?

Ryan: You are so incredibly transparent.

Kendall: I am?

Ryan: Yeah, you are. Your mother's
ex-boyfriend is staying at Myrtleís. You're going to make the moves on him just
to drive your mother insane.

Kendall: Do I look that sick to you?

Ryan: Yeah, actually, you do.

Kendall: And I'm transparent? Look at you.
You're a jealous mess.

Ryan: What? Jealous of what?

Kendall: Of your own damn father, you
idiot.

Mia: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you trying
to do? Jeez.

Chris: Trying to get on with my life. Is
that okay with you?

Mia: Yeah, no problem. So are you going to
ask me what I'm doing here in my smart little outfit? I'm a trainee in the P.T.
department. That's physical therapy.

Chris: I know what P.T. is.

Mia: So anyway, I've been assigned to
observe your session this morning, and I thought I'd just drop in and let you
know.

Chris: Now I know.

Mia: So is there anything that I can do
for you?

Chris: No. Yeah. Yeah, can a trainee get
me in that chair?

Mia: I think so. Do you want me to?

Chris: Yeah.

Mia: Okay. Going to want to put your legs
down. Put that one there. One, two, three. There you go. All right. You look a
little surprised.

Chris: You did that pretty good for a
trainee.

Mia: Oh, well, you know --

Chris: You -- you assigned to my case?

Mia: Yep, yours and others.

Chris: Huh. You don't seem nervous.

Mia: I'm not.

Chris: Oh, good for you.

Mia: Mm-hmm. So it looks like Dr. Stannart
has you cleared for a complement of exercises this morning.

Chris: Oh, goody, goody.

Mia: You know, if you dedicate yourself to
this, you could make some pretty quick progress.

Chris: Can't wait.

Mia: Are you trying to get rid of me, Mr.
Stamp?

Chris: No, I'm actually trying to make up
to you for giving you such a bad attitude for no reason at all. How am I doing?

Mia: Real good.

Chris: Good. Congratulations on your job.

Mia: Thank you.

Chris: You -- you mind giving me a couple
of minutes alone before you take me down to the torture chamber?

Mia: All right. So I'm going to come back
for you in a few minutes, okay?

Chris: Thanks.

Mia: Okay.

Chris: Sorry to do this to you, kid, on
your first day, but Ė

Opal: But now just how does Greenlee and Kendallís
blind ambition have anything to do with Mr. Stamp?

Erica: It doesn't.

Opal: My eye.

Erica: Really, Opal, that's the truth. I
mean, it's a totally separate issue. Although I admit I've got just so many
plates spinning right now, I'm going to have to really keep up.

Opal: Well, then let's just roll back a
little bit here and start with one plate at a time.

Erica: Okay. Yes?

Opal: Now, you took a call from Revlon
yesterday.

Erica: Yes, I did.

Opal: For Greenlee.

Erica: Mm-hmm.

Opal: Pretending to be Greenlee to Revlon,
who's bird-dogging her?

Erica: I have to protect my interests, Opal.

Opal: Well, it wasn't that long ago that
you were wanting Greenlee to be thrown out with the bath water.

Erica: Opal, Greenlee knows too much. She
has proprietary information at her fingertips. She is not going to give that to
Revlon.

Opal: So you threw out the flowers from Revlon
and you had your trusty Val shred the magazine article they sent and you're
intercepting their calls.

Erica: Well, it's just business, nothing
personal.

Opal: Well, so would you mind telling me
what all of that has to do with Kendall? Come on, I'm waiting.

Erica: All right, come here. I am going to
give "Greenlee" to Revlon.

Opal: But you just said --

Erica: But I am not going to give Revlon
to Greenlee.

Opal: Are you trying to make my hair stand
taller by itself?

Erica: Pay attention.

Opal: I am trying.

Erica: I am going to send Kendall to Revlon,
but Revlonís going to think that it's Greenlee.

Opal: Will Greenlee know?

Erica: No, of course not. Look, Kendall is
going to work for me and for Revlon in Paris, thousands and thousands of miles
away from Pine Valley, but Greenlee is going to stay put right here with me.
Brilliant, huh?

Opal: Well, to somebody maybe. I don't get
it.

Erica: You will. The only thing I have to
do is just now make sure that Greenlee doesn't find out that Revlon has been --
how did you say it? -- Bird-dogging her. Hi. I just left a note for you.

Greenlee: No problem. I was looking for
you. Have you read this? I got my first write-up in the trades, Erica. I'm
making news.

Erica: Well, it's your article that I
wanted to talk to you about.

Greenlee: It's pretty cool, huh? Did you
read this part? "Ms. Smythe is a triple threat -- brains, great business
instincts, and a personal style that is remarkable in its elegant simplicity.
She's an All-American beauty with a tacit understanding of what works best for
her." What's "tacit" mean? Otherwise, I think it's a rave.

Erica: Well, it's just public acknowledgment
of what I already knew about you.

Greenlee: Wow, Erica, thanks.

Erica: Well, I mean, you are still a
little bit raw, a little bit rough around the edges, but you know something --
you do more around here than anybody else does. And I've been thinking -- it's
time that I reward you for that.

Greenlee: Really? You do?

Erica: I do. I've been thinking about
this. And the conclusion I've come to is that I really believe the very best
way to reward your efforts is to extend your contract.

Erica: All because of what you have shown
me that you could do -- I mean, against my better judgment. Greenlee, I would
really like to think of you like -- like my daughter.

Greenlee: Are you sure? I mean, I'm
honored if you're serious.

Erica: Why don't you just take my hand and
see. Now do you believe me?

Greenlee: Starting to, yeah.

Erica: Good.

Opal: Oh.

Erica: You cold?

Opal: Oh, me? No. No, I'm just reacting to
hell freezing over.

Leo: Oh, Prague, Madrid, Lisbon, Geneva, Milan,
to Oslo, St. Tropez.

Pauline: You and your mother lived in all
of those places?

Leo: Oh, can we please leave her out of
it, Pauline?

Pauline: I'm sorry. She just intrigues me.

Leo: Yeah, well, I want to intrigue you.

Pauline: You do.

Leo: Because of my notorious mother,
right?

Pauline: Because you survived your
notorious mother. Tell me more about how you took control of your life despite
the burdens she placed on you.

Leo: I'd rather talk about you.

Pauline: I'm way too boring.

Leo: Or if you prefer not to talk, we
could always go back to your place for a little bit.

Simone: Sorry to interrupt. I need you.
Can I borrow your date for about five minutes? Oh, Leo.

Leo: What, what?

Pauline: Do I know you?

Simone: You know you do.

Pauline: I don't -- I don't recall ever --

Simone: Yeah, uh-huh, right. Oh.

Pauline: That's my purse!

Leo: Simone, what are you doing?

Simone: Sorry. You want me to tell him or
should you?

Pauline: Excuse me.

Leo: Pauline Ė

Leo: Thank you so much for ruining my day.
Do you have any idea how loaded that girl is? She was my meal ticket, and she
would've been yours if you weren't such a --

Simone: Leo, wake up. Sheís a reporter.

Leo: Pauline?

Simone: Frost. I know her. She was
obviously gathering her information, researching you on a microcassette in her
purse.

Leo: Oh, you've got to be kidding. I
didn't know.

Simone: Well, here's something else you
didn't know.

Leo: What?

Simone: We just got evicted.

Ryan: You think I'm jealous? You think I'm
jealous of Chris Stamp?

Kendall: Your father. Your father, Chris Stamp.

Ryan: Yeah, well, I don't really care who
he's seeing.

Kendall: Unless it's me.

Ryan: So wait a minute -- you are seeing
him?

Kendall: Oh, for crying out loud!

Ryan: Well, you just said it!

Kendall: Do you hear anything in that side
of meat between your ears?

Ryan: I hear everything! I'm just trying
to understand what you're doing at Myrtle's, all right? Chris is a mess right
now. And I don't think you should be taking advantage of him while he's down
just to make your mother go into orbit.

Kendall: Do you think I sit around nights
dreaming up ways to torment my mother?

Ryan: Yes.

Kendall: Fine. Fine. Since I'm leaving
here, you're not going to have to hear me scheme ever again, okay? Thank you so
much for the bunk. It was annoying as hell.

Ryan: Well, not as annoying as you!

Kendall: Or you!

Jake: Hey, guys. How's it going?

Intern: Fine, Dr. Martin.

Second intern: Thank you for asking.

Jake: What, like I never ask? Oh, okay, I
get it. It's because I'm the new Chief of Staff.

Intern: Well, things are different now,
aren't they, Dr. Martin?

Jake: Well, I hope not.

Jake: Mia, hey.

Mia: Oh, my God, Jake. I just lost my
first patient.

Jake: Wait, wait, you what?

Mia: Chris is gone.

Mia: Oh. Where'd you find him?

Jake: Parking lot.

Dr. Stannart: He was trying to make a
getaway.

Mia: What, did you have this planned all
along or something?

Chris: What, to leave this place? Yeah.
Wouldn't you? Oh, I forgot -- you like it here.

Mia: Look, you want to walk again, it's
going to take some physical therapy, okay? I'm so sorry, Dr. Stannart.

Dr. Stannart: It's all right. There's no
need to try to escape like you're being held prisoner.

Chris: Yeah, well, I think there was.
Look, I want out of here. I'll make my appointments, but I'm not staying here
another day longer. I'm out.

Jake: All right, well, Chris, in time --

Chris: No, no, no, you see, Jake, I don't
have time, okay? Now, if neither one of you two are going to discharge me, then
go get your father and he'll do it for me.

Jake: Well, my father's retired.

Chris: He what?

Mia: Jake's Chief of Staff now.

Chris: Really? Well, then congratulations.

Jake: Thank you.

Chris: Doc, all you have to do is say the
word, I've got my freedom. Otherwise, you're going to need six guys like him 24
hours a day around me or I'm going to bolt. It's up to you.

Simone: I don't know why it happened. All
I know is that I got a legal piece of paper in the mail saying that someone
bought the loft that I was subletting and they don't want a subtenant like the
old landlord did.

Leo: But you just moved in. I don't understand
this.

Simone: I know! Doesn't it suck?

Pauline: Think I saved my purse.

Leo: Oh, yeah? Did you save your

Simone: You don't even remember me, do
you? You arrogant, self-absorbed --

Pauline: Leo, I can explain.

Leo: No, you canít. You're a reporter, she
used to be your intern, and she just ruined your little interview, so just let
it go and move on.

Pauline: My editor will pay.

Leo: Oh. As much as you would've?

Leo: You know, I -- I think I'm losing my
touch. I didn't even -- I had no clue. But now that I look at her, it's all
over her.

Simone: So since I saved your little
behind, are you going to help me figure out what to do about this apartment
thing?

Leo: Well, I don't know what to do. If the
place was sold and the new owner doesn't want to rent, you got to move out,
right?

Simone: Well, I know, but I like that
building. I love it. This is so unfair.

Opal: Now, Erica, you know darn well that I
have no love lost for Greenlee Smythe, but I cannot stand back and watch you
set up a car wreck like the one you're planning for that girl and for your
daughter.

Erica: It's a business decision, Opal.

Opal: It's usury!

Erica: It's what?

Opal: Well, it's using or whatever. I
don't know, but it's just not right.

Erica: Well, you talk about not right, you
know how destructive Kendall is.

Opal: Well, yeah, but --

Erica: And I told you I would make sure
that she stays as far away from Pine Valley as possible. I told you that.

Opal: All right, can I say just one last
thing and then I'll shut up? I will. All right, this is it -- you're playing
with people's hearts here, with Greenlee's and Kendallís, with your own and
with Biancaís, too, and unless you fess up to that, you are an even bigger liar
than the one I just saw here a minute ago. You're just one big, fat old liar. Okay.
That's it. For this morning.

[Intercom beeps]

Erica: Yes, Val? Yes, yes, please, put him
right through. Yes. You have something to report to me? Yes? He did what? Well,
where is he now? I see. Okay, yes, thank you so much.

Greenlee: Oh, cool, you're still here. I
was just talking to Miriam in H.R. and she thinks we should totally play up my
article in the trades to promote a kind of, you know, new edge for Enchantment
-- the way Stella McCartney got Chanel all hip and now and youthful again?

Erica: Look, I have to be somewhere.

[Door closes]

***********************************************

Mia: It's not easy having all this be your
decision, is it?

Jake: Well, I certainly made judgment
calls when I was on staff here, but the number of those calls has increased
tenfold since my dad retired.

Joe: Oh, son.

Jake: Hey, there he is.

Joe: I just ran into Stannart. He says you
authorized Chris Stamp's release. Is that wise?

Jake: Well, no, but I don't think I had
any choice.

Joe: Let me see those charts, please. What
am I doing, huh?

Jake: What, what? I would love your
opinion. Take them.

Joe: No, no, no, no. I have no authority
over any case now. No, I don't know what's the matter with me.

Jake: Well, nothing's the matter with you,
dad. You're just doing what you always did.

Joe: Oh, I am? Was I always this bossy?

Jake: Heck, yes. You know, speaking of
which, I hate to bring this up to you, but you kind of dropped the ball on your
discharge paperwork.

Joe: I did?

Jake: Yeah, you did, and I have the
benefits people breathing down my neck and I'd just like to get this cleared
up.

Jake: You know I have enough to deal with.
So you think maybe you and I can go on up to my office and try to get this
handled and get it out of my face?

Joe: Of course, of course. Why don't we do
it right now?

Greenlee: What do you want? I'm in no mood
for a scene.

Leo: Your mood, I thought, seemed pretty
upbeat. You were smiling when you thought I was someone else coming to the
door. Wonder why.

Greenlee: I'm having a good morning. That okay
with you?

Leo: That's fine. As long as it isn't at
the expense of someone else. But it is, isn't it?

Greenlee: Is there a point here anytime
soon?

Leo: No, really, Greenlee, I want to know.
Why the happy dance face?

Greenlee: You wouldn't care if I told you.

Leo: What, you screwing someone over?

Greenlee: Ha.

Leo: I know that always made you giddy.

Greenlee: No, actually. I got written up
in one of the trades. Happy now?

Leo: So that's it?

Greenlee: All right, cut to the chase, Leo.
What are you getting at already?

Leo: Look, I know what you did.

Greenlee: When?

Leo: Oh, just spill, okay, Greenlee? Stop
this. I know what you did.

Greenlee: Leo, you know what -- for crying
out loud. You know what -- I was having a really good morning, and then you
show up here, which is really not what I want anymore, okay?

Leo: Did you buy up the loft that Simone
was going to sublet? Greenlee, they're kicking her out. Or, more to the point,
you are, right?

Greenlee: Look, it was a business move.
Nothing more, nothing less.

Leo: I'm not mad. I'm really not. I just
want to ask you a favor.

Greenlee: What kind of a favor?

Leo: Forgive me. Please.

All: Surprise!

Nurse: We got you, we got you!

Joe: Thank you, all.

Jake: Oh, yeah!

Man: Congratulations.

Joe: Well. Oh, my. I guess I didn't mess
up your life after all.

Jake: Hardly, hardly. I didn't know how
else I was going to get you up here. I apologize, Dad.

Joe: Thank you, everybody. Thank you. Very
special to me.

Jake: Well, listen, I hate toasts, but I'm
going to do one right now. You know, I am Joe Martin's son. And being Joe Martin's
son is not without complications. He's exacting, he's demanding, diligent, and
he can be stubborn.

Joe: Oh.

Jake: And he's also the finest Chief of Staff
this hospital has and will ever know. And the good news about all of this is,
is that he's going to stay here with us and he's going to work at what he does
best, his first love -- as a healer, as a comfort to all those sick and injured
who pass through our doors. We're so grateful and so blessed to have you still
with us, Dr. Joe. And I think I can speak for everyone here in saying that
we're everything we are in this medical community because of you. And I'm
everything that I am because I'm your son. I want you to know, Dad, I'm so
grateful every day of my life to be able to say that. So -- ahem. Told myself I
wasn't going to do this. To the most dedicated doctor, to the finest man that I've
ever known, Dr. Joe, my dad. I love you with all my heart. Thank you.

Kendall: Whoa. What are you doing here?

Ryan: Looking for you.

Kendall: Well, what if I -- what if I
wasn't home?

Ryan: Well, then I would've found you.

Kendall: You want something from me?

Ryan: You better be good to this place.
You better be good to Myrtle.

Kendall: Hey, I was a good tenant when I
stayed with you. I didn't trash your room.

Ryan: I used to live here. I liked it
here.

Kendall: Well, bully for you.

Ryan: I'm just saying that Myrtle is a
friend and she likes it when I come by. We have pie and coffee and we hang out
a little bit.

Kendall: Okay, Opie. What does that have
to do with you looking at me like I'm about to spray-paint the walls with
graffiti?

Ryan: This look familiar? Because you left
it behind.

Kendall: Oops. Sorry.

Ryan: No, actually, you're not.

Kendall: What?

Ryan: You wanted me to find it.

Kendall: Are you serious?

Ryan: Yeah, I'm serious.

Kendall: Ryan, why are you all twisted up
like a pretzel over this?

Ryan: I'm not twisted up like a pretzel.
I'm just trying very hard to make sure that you don't take advantage of my
friend Myrtle. Is that okay?

Kendall: Because when you were sanitizing
your motel room after I left, you found something of mine, something intimate,
and it just ruined your life.

Ryan: You know what -- just take it.

Kendall: Fine. Fine.

Ryan: Great!

Kendall: Good!

Ryan: Well, I guess we're through then!

Kendall: We never were a thing to be
through, so how can we -- all right, fine. Fine! I left it on purpose, okay?

Ryan: You see? I knew it.

Kendall: Great. Well, you win.

Ryan: I don't want to win, Kendall. I -- I
want you to tell me why you left it there on purpose.

Kendall: To bug you. Which I did,
obviously.

Ryan: Well, are you happy now?

Kendall: Oh, thrilled. You?

Ryan: Yeah, ecstatic.

Chris: Just let me go! I can get to the
damn door myself! See? I did it! What? Did I scare you?

Chris: Good. Think I terrorized that
ambulette driver. He's doing 60 miles an hour down the road. Does -- does Myrtle
know you two are hanging out here in her living room while she's out playing
bridge? Does she?

Ryan: Go ahead, tell him.

Kendall: I'm living here now.

Chris: Is that so?

Kendall: Yeah, to be near my sister.

Chris: Uh-huh. And what about you?

Ryan: I'm not living here.

Chris: Just visiting Kendall?

Kendall: He brought me a teddy.

Chris: Cute.

Ryan: Well, this is cool that you're --
that you're home, right?

Chris: Yeah, well, I'll tell you what --
one more day in that hospital and I would've been holding somebody hostage to
get my walking papers -- or in this case, my rolling papers. No, that's --
that's something else.

Kendall: Yeah.

Chris: Look, I know where Myrtle hides the
bourbon, so why don't --

Ryan: You know what -- so do I.

Chris: You do?

Ryan: Yeah.

Chris: How?

Ryan: Well, I used to live here. For you,
for you --

Kendall: Thank you.

Ryan: For me. Now, are you going to be
able to stay quiet long enough for me to make a toast?

Chris: I'll try as long as you pour.

Ryan: All right. This could be messy. All
right, for you, I'm going to fill yours up.

Leo: So we can stop this. Stop trying to
get back at me by hurting other people.

Greenlee: Look, I'm not some vengeful
creep --

Leo: No, you're not, Greenlee, I am. Look,
I lied to you. I told you I was moving in with Simone, but I'm not. I never
was. She found me asleep on a park bench and offered to let me crash at her
place for a few days if I helped her move her stuff in, that's all. There's
nothing going on between us. There's never going to be. I guess I just -- I --
I did it to hurt you. And that's just wrong. We have to stop doing that. And I
don't want Simone to miss out on a great apartment because you and I can't be
honest with each other. I'm not living with her. So if that's the reason you
did what you did, then please, just think about letting her stay. Not for me,
but for you, for -- just think about it.